A view from the porch

"do u understand what heaven is it is the surround of the living" 

James Merrill

View of the chute the beavers use to harvest tree branches; with figure

"A figure in a landscape: strip the artifacts away 

And leave a habitat composed of water,

trees, and glaciated soil."

from The Interior of the Future

by John Koethe

Well maybe not trees. The beavers, in the 5-6 years the cabin has been completed, a period coinciding with higher water levels, have taken down thousands of trees. There are three beaver lodges nearby and so the attack has come from every direction. While they are fun to watch and their efforts have opened some unexpected vista's, moving thru the felled trees is a challenge. The bird habitat is reduced and the more highly visible cabin a bit of a security risk. My brother-in-law an expert in everything beaver tells me that they will eventually take all the nearby trees and move on. He also refers to them as nature's little wonders. However by that point we will be a moonscape with tripping hazards. I placed wire around some trees, an expensive solution and we have also brought in spruce seedlings, since beaver are less likely to eat them. But to some extent we have to try to imagine a different landscape than the beautiful poplar grove we started with. The sloughs are often surrounded by drowned trees from rising water levels as well. As they obtain their water via groundwater, rain and snow melt the beavers do not build dams here and probably do not influence the levels much. Some 15 years ago the sloughs began to dry up, some completely and the populations of beavers and species of ducks like Blue Winged Teals crashed. The beavers have come back with a vengeance pushing into new areas in a competition for space and harvesting wider areas around the sloughs.

I have mentioned the rather pivotable role beavers have played in my life in an earlier post here.

https://thatsjustthewildwood.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-beaver.html

But I wish they were a bit neater. 

And attempts at negotiation are going no better than those with the tent caterpillars earlier in the summer.

                                 

Image from ISFDB website. 

Illustration Future Future Fiction, Number One, Nov. 1939 

Today, Friday, Sept 7th, Sandhill Cranes

"In a world which is its own motto: 

The bright colors of the trees 

And the mild brilliance of the mind 

In autumn, and the yearlong helplessness. 

Each thing speaks for itself 

But with so much room around every word"

from Objects in Autumn

by John Koethe

'There may be various ways to organize 

one’s story, structuring it 

By place-names or by people or 

by poems, instead of incidents 

And years, yet all of them seem equal in 

the end.'

from La Duree

by Koethe, John. 

" A life's partitions are internal to it,

and of no significance beyond its course."

from La Duree

by John Koethe

This is a Wild Wood indeed.

The Crooked Trees, Crooked Bush, Twisted Trees or the Crooked Trees of Alticane are a grove of deformed trembling aspen trees of type Populus tremuloides Michx. found in Saskatchewan, Canada. They are found approximately twenty kilometers north-north-west of the town of Hafford, Saskatchewan and just over five kilometers south-west of Alticane.

The trees, prominent in Saskatchewan folklore, are dramatically different from the un-twisted aspens just across the road. Explanations have been offered which include various paranormal factors. However, cuttings from these trees, propagated in Manitoba, exhibit the same pattern of twisted growth, suggesting that the cause is rooted in genetics, possibly the result of a mutation.^[1][2]

from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crooked_Trees

"Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree- 
Though white of bloom as it had been before 
And proudly waitful of fecundity- 
One little loveliness can be no more; 
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head 
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead! "

from A Dream Lies Dead

by Dorothy Parker

And if you visit, stop at the A&M Bistro and Bakery in Hafford

for soup and a sandwich, at the best lunch spot on the prairies

 And take home some baking.

While we have stayed here in late August before this is the first year we have heard geese calling loudly from the far slough. This year we did not see many swallows around the cabin, some of their nests occupied by phoebes instead. There were also very few snakes in the hay field and none by the cabin. Each year is different, but some creatures are so entrenched within oure sense of place that their absence is like notes missing from a favourite tune. A discord season.

"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things."

from Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver